Sacred Spirit Sky, Ice Peak of the Spirit Race
In the Soul Devouring Array, Leng Xiaoxiao looked at Leng Mei at the side with unconcealable worry on her face.
"Little sister, how are you? Are you okay?"
Leng Mei's face was a little pale at this moment. When he heard Leng Xiaoxiao's words, he also replied to her weakly.
" Big Sister, I'm fine. You should take a look at the other Spiritual Race disciples."
Ever since they had been trapped in this Soul Devouring Array, the Spiritual Race disciples had fought to the death.
However, because their cultivation levels were relatively high, they could still protect their souls from being damaged.
However, the other Spiritual Race disciples were different. They were already in a sorry state.
Some disciples who were slightly weaker had already fallen to the ground and were on the verge of death.
Upon hearing Leng Mei's words, Leng Xiaoxiao looked around at the surrounding Spiritual Race disciples.